I have absolutely nothing to say or even really comment on. I'm blogging with my eyes closed, which means that we now have a new segment at this blog:

Reckless Blogging!

It's not going to be pretty. It'll probably be slightly embarrassing. I don't anyone who reads this is going to feel like they have not wasted a little bit of their life. So let's begin!

I have been having this weird desire to grow my hair long. I've kind of tried this before. It didn't work then, it probably won't work now. I think I'm going to do it anyway, cause, well, I don't give a fuck. That's just how I roll.

I'm currently in the washing cycle of my laundry.

Did you guys watch the Grammy's? I didn't cause I was hanging out with Logan Ryan Smith and when I mentioned that we could always watch the Grammy's, it put the most disgusted look on his face. Logan apparently hates award shows. Who knew?

My apologies to John Sakkis. John, my plan was to stop at this one unnamed spot for a quick drink and a little chit chat, and then go grab the bus and head to lower haight. And then the next thing I know it's like 4:30 in the morning and I'm pumping Cyndi Lauper. I don't know what happened out there. Hopefully, I'll see you soon.

I had to drop my French class. First, I just didn't feel like I had the time. I've been crazy busy lately. Second, all the cute girls in the class dropped the class. The dream, my friends, died a sad, whimpering death. I still want to learn French, so that I can go to France, meet a French girl, marry her and open my own hot dog stand, or Orange Julius franchise. That is still my plan.

When the fuck am I going to be able to eat peanut butter again?